Angel

Chapter 4

I stared before the man in horror. I started shaking and tried to wake myself up by squinting my eyes, which usually worked.

"Oh no, your not getting out of my grasp so easily this time." he said mechanically as he grabbed my wrists in a bruising force.

"Where are you?" I stated and heard him say, ''She doesn't even realize what she is. She's just a piece of crap and I'll be using that to my advantage.''

I stared at him in horror. "What do you mean 'she doesn't even realize what she is'?"

He started at me in horror. "I didn't say that, I thought that." he said.

While he was distracted, I jumped out of his grasp and ran. He snatched up my hair and then I woke up screaming bloody murder.

I walked into the bathroom and almost screamed at my reflection. My eyes where bloodshot and I looked at my wrist and they were covered in finger shaped bruises. I can read minds. I'm a freak. What happened to the man that once held love for me? Why would he want to harm me, kill me even? I ran my hand through my dark hair and sighed. I knew I wouldn't get any sleep that night so I started to get ready for the next day. I looked at the clock on the small nightstand and noticed it was three-thirty in the morning.

I pulled on some loose blue jeans, a red tank top, my leather jacket, and my black converse. I headed back into the bathroom and straightened my hair and touched up on some makeup. By the time I was finished it was seven in the morning. I ventured off into the woods behind my apartment. As I walked through the woods I kept looking back. Once I was a good ways into the woods, I stopped at a pine tree and sat down. I tried to get my wits together.

"Okay, your name is Rosemarie Jane. You're seventeen years old and your mom was just brutally murdered by your father who had been absent in your life for thirteen years, up until that fateful night. You can mysteriously read minds and you can see this Mystery Boy in your dreams each night. You've seen him in your dreams every night since you were four years old until your father found you and altered the dream. You once lived in a town called Asesnatio and now you live in a town called Vigilante." I said to myself. I often talk to myself when I'm stressed.

A branch snapped.

My eyes went wide and I slowly rose to my feet. Another branch snapped and I looked around, trying to find the source of the snapping branches. Another branch snapped. But this one was right above me. How could someone move that fast? I looked above me and saw nothing. I heard a branch snap behind me. I would have turned around, but whoever it was, they were stalking me. They were so close, I could feel their body heat mixing with mine, and their breath on my neck. I slowly turned around.

Who I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.